“You hid this from me?”
My daughter’s eyes immediately filled with tears.
“I was scared.”
“Of what?”
“That you’d think I’d changed.”
I stared at her.
Out of everything I expected to hear when I walked into that house, that was nowhere close to the list.
“Grandpa made me promise not to tell you right away,” Hannah admitted. “He thought you’d spend the rest of your life angry that he never helped you more directly.”
That sounded exactly like my father.
“Your father knew this would hurt you deeply,” Preston added softly.
“After Preston and I got married, we used part of the inheritance to rebuild this place. We thought it would take maybe a year. That was five years ago.”
Preston laughed quietly.
Suddenly, everything made sense.